Friday, August 13, 2010

So. I just finished my last week of camp. I had a very large, loud, rambunctious group of kids who really didn't like it when I tried to take pictures of them. Consequently, not so many pictures. The theme of the week was world crafts. Here's what it looked like.

I spent last evening at the City Winery watching and listening to the lovely and talented Rhett mmmmMiller do what he referred to as a "quarter century" of songs (25 songs on the setlist). He played a bunch of stuff from the forthcoming Old 97's album, The Grand Theatre Volume One (pronounced thee-AY-ter) including one inspired by a phrase he uttered during his last City Winery gig (and which was the title of my blog about his last City Winery gig). A fellow audience member turned to me at one point and said "He's on FIRE tonight." I think it was the whiskey.

[really bad quality, iPhone recording of a little bit of a new song, with me whoo hooing loudly at the end]

I wandered around my old neighborhood before the gig...

when you gonna be mine?when you gonna close your eyes? call my name?your self shines, your heart's truehere I come ...well I'm gonna be the one for you

Monday, August 9, 2010

I went to see Josh Ritter Saturday night. His musical stylings and bouncy enthusiasm were a welcome distraction from my last several weeks of too much stress and too much emotion. Thank you Josh.

Some incredibly brilliant person had the incredibly brilliant idea to pass out glow sticks to the audience members. We lit them at the first notes of Lantern, much to Josh's surprise and delight. Incredibly brilliant idea, whoever you were.

I had a dream last nightand when I opened my eyesyour shoulder blade, your spinewere shorelines in the moonlightnew worlds for the wearynew lands for the livingI could make it if I triedI closed my eyes I kept on swimming

.:About Me:.

I can do the highland fling. Orange is my favorite color. I always tie my right shoe tighter than my left. I hate it when people use the word "dilemma" incorrectly. I do yoga while listening to loud rockabilly music. My favorite part of the male anatomy is the epigastric fossa (look it up).
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